...waiting on vultures...

...sometimes, a things dies...and you await its removal...yet it remains...the vultures never come...days pass...weeks, then months...years...and still that dead thing weighs you down...you begin to question its death and your own living...is it dead?...are you living?...where are the vultures?...but do vultures tend to non-decomposing carcasses?...why isn't this particular carcass decomposing?...is it a carcass?...of course it is...it is dead...but a carcass is a dead body, usually of an animal...are humans not also animals?...yes, but we call them corpses...and can we even say this is truly a human?...i don't think vultures venture to corpses...oh but they do...so then where are they?...this one is not decomposing...so the vultures don't come...and it remains...not seen by all...sometimes not even by you...but it is there...and you know...and you keep your eye out for the vultures...the day when they will come and lift this dead thing from you and allow you freedom, life again...but you haven't allowed it to decompose...

...so the vultures...can...not...come...

...onward...

...not because the search has ended...indeed it continues...but she is a little different...grasping a little more confidently and tightly to her spirit guides whipping along the path ahead...the resistance she once felt to stepping into herself has melted off some, revealing an eager one, sticking her fingers through that hole and her leg through that one...

...its april 1st, which she's heard used to be the day that the new year was celebrated...she welcomes this wiser, more passionate and confident warrioress in to fill her up, oozing and melding into every nook and cranny that might try to escape the alchemy that is taking place...she's ready to share some different stories, thoughts, ideas, aspirations, dreams, desires and action plans...one foot at a time...one foot at a time...quietly, but assuredly...she charts her path...